"You weren't afraid of grasshoppers before. The only one who was afraid of grasshoppers was Ning'er." Xiao Tingyan broke through the words and opened the wounds that were scabbed on the outside and rotten on the inside like a self-flagellation, "I am Ai Ning'er, but

I don't need a replacement for her."

He looked at the crabapple tree she planted in the yard before and said softly: "No one can replace her."

He stopped looking at Tang Junning, and when he left, he finally picked up the grasshopper that was thrown to the ground.

Whether it was true or not, he still felt compassion that he didn't even notice.

Tang Junning stood there, sniffing blankly, then looked at his hands, recalling the touch of the grasshopper, his face turned pale, and then he ran to the tree, holding on to the trunk and vomited.

I spit out half a stick of incense until I felt a bitter taste in my mouth, then I stopped. I leaned half against the stone table, rubbing my brows and thinking about what went wrong.

She originally thought that her relationship with Xiao Tingyan had eased a lot in the past few days, but in the blink of an eye this man told her again: he knew everything, and he was extremely sober.

What should I say...

As expected of her husband, he was so meticulous that even she herself was not. I am afraid that when she died, it really caused a huge blow to him, and he can't believe it now.

But she couldn't say it.

Tang Junning bit her lip and fell into deep thought.

The next day is the day to detoxify Xiaobao.

Xiaobao sat in the bathtub, blinked his eyes like black grapes and smiled, holding Tang Junning's hand: "Sister, don't worry, I will be fine."

Tang Junning looked at his young face, still full of sorrow.

"Xiaobao, if it really hurts, don't bear it, you know? My sister is by your side."

"Yes, I know." He raised his head again and looked at Xiao Tingyan standing on the other side.

"Dad, although you have been bad to my sister recently and are very cruel, I still like you." He stretched out his little hand towards Xiao Tingyan, with expectation in his eyes.

Xiao Tingyan couldn't refuse. He lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand. Xiaobao put their hands together. No matter what the mood of the two adults was, he smiled and said, "Let sister and father give Xiaobao courage together!"

The three people's hands were held together, the innermost one was Xiaobao's small hand, and the outermost one was Xiao Tingyan's slightly calloused palm.

Closely attached.

Xiaobao's hands were warm and cool, while Xiao Tingyan's hands were dry and hot, but they were covered with nothing.

The appearance is in harmony but the spirit is inseparable, a play.

Tang Junning sighed in his heart: If she could be reborn in her own body, there wouldn't be so many things.

However, being able to live again is already a gift from God. She will not complain, she will seize the moment.

Tang Junning cheered herself up, held Xiaobao's hand tightly, and picked up a bottle of potion from the side table: "After I pour this in, the incense will slowly become very...

It hurts. If Xiaobao can't hold on, just tell sister, okay?"

"Okay." Xiaobao was very well-behaved, really well-behaved. As the potion was poured in, the time passed little by little, and his black grape-like eyes were filled with tears, but he still stubbornly refused to make a sound, only holding tightly

He looked at her and Xiao Tingyan.

The pain was so severe that my body couldn't help but tremble, and I refused to cry out in pain.

"Don't be afraid, little treasure, don't be afraid, I'm here..." Her heart was clenched, and she could only say one word after another, taking the trouble to coax him.

The warm incense in the incense burner rose slowly, and finally dissipated in the slightly swaying bead curtain.

The three figures overlapped and blurred.

"Needle, my needle." Tang Yun couldn't move to get the needle, and called Xiao Tingyan without looking back.

Xiao Tingyan handed over the needle, and the two of them cooperated tacitly.

But Tang Junning's fingers were shaking. She compared them, then put her hands down again, her voice hoarse, and she swallowed: "Xiao Tingyan, slap me, I can't calm down now, it's very chaotic."

Because the person in front of her was Xiaobao, she was afraid and afraid that an accident would happen, even though she had practiced the current process many times in private.

"No need." Xiao Tingyan stretched out his hand and pressed it against her back with inner strength in his palm.

The warm feeling immediately relieved her tension and gradually calmed down.

"Thanks."

The needle is placed quickly and accurately.

There wasn't a single miss.

"The next step is the most critical step. You must remember to hold Xiaobao down."

Next, the skin all over the baby's body will become extremely fragile and sensitive. When it comes into contact with the potion in the bathtub, he will have a strange feeling of intolerance. He will be in pain and restless, and he will want to struggle out. The potion will

It became what he feared most at the time.

Xiao Tingyan nodded to show that he understood, and his expression became more solemn and solemn.

Xiaobao also noticed something strange, raised his head, but had no strength to smile: "Father, mother, Xiaobao will not run away, Xiaobao is very obedient."

Hearing Xiaobao's shout, Xiao Tingyan paused his fingertips slightly and raised his eyes to look at Tang Junning.

Her expression was as usual, but some were more concerned and worried, like a qualified mother.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaobao... Mommy will tell you a story." She told the story to attract Xiaobao's attention while handling the medicine quickly.

Her voice was completely opposite to the clear and dignified one in the past. Her voice was hoarse and not even nice to hear, but when he heard it, he found it inexplicably pleasant.

Every sentence contains concern for Xiaobao.

Because she was so nervous, she didn't even notice that the sweat on her body was dripping down her cheeks and from her chin.

She seemed to easily assume the role of mother.

Xiao Tingyan lowered his eyes and held down the agitated and painful Xiaobao, and rarely said: "If you succeed this time, I will grant you a wish."

Tang Junning raised his head: "Okay."

She didn't seem to mind his indifference yesterday, she was still as focused and bright as ever.

"It hurts...Mom, Xiaobao hurts so much..."

Xiaobao was in so much pain that he finally cried out. The hands he held together were struggling, and some of his nails dug in. It hurt so much.

The sound of water lasted for three sticks of incense.

Xiaobao finally calmed down, fell down, and was supported by Xiao Tingyan.

Xiaobao did not let go of his hand, and the three people held their hands together. Following Xiaobao's movements, Tang Yuning, who was already weak, was brought down in an instant.

She could have tried to hold herself up, but it was too late.

Xiao Tingyan stretched out his hand to pull her.

The blood in the palm of his hand was imprinted on her shoulder, and she looked at him blankly.

Their lips touched together, and the taste of blood mixed with the taste of her tears came to the tip of the tongue.

Her eyes were red, and large tears seeped into the gap between their lips.

He saw the blood stains on her palms that were scratched by Xiaobao, and saw the tears she shed because of her heartache for Xiaobao.
Chapter completed!